Oct
12
We are jumpers
Since I was young, I have always been a jumper. Trampolines, swing sets, jetties, trees and bridges. Mostly, but not always – as the scars from broken bones and misjudged distances remind me – into water. It’s a thrill, falling through the air. Handing yourself over to gravity, letting it yank you from a state of rest to full acceleration in one leap. I enjoy the rush brought on by falling without obstruction through unoccupied space, and the moment of combined fear and weightlessness experienced in the space between where you have jumped off, and where you are jumping into.
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